She's too young - completed

This is a story I wrote for a fan, Ellie. I'm so sorry I haven't posted it, it's been waay crazy. So anywho, this is a fanfic about Louis Tomlinson. They fall head over heels in love, but will it work? People will cry. Feelings will die. And the world will continue to tell them, "She's too young..."


38. Arguing, switching the subject, and getting roles

A/N hi guys. i'm getting out of school on wed. so i will be updating more. this weekend i was in vegas and arizona so i've been thrown back on my updating schedule. don't be mad at this chapter i'm really sad tonight. i just recieved horrible news. my really good friend jose was in a bad car accident on saturday, and isn't doing good at all. he's only thirteen and he is too young to be going through this. please keep him in your thoughts and prayers #prayforjose.



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When my geometry, geography, and literature classes finaly ended, I slugged to lunch period unwillingly. My anger was still beyond reach, and I just couldn't wait to talk to Louis. I really needed to be with one person I could actually hold a conversation with. Without being threatened, or screamed at. Plotting down on the stone ledge of the balcony, I waited for him. Looking beside me, I noticed a girl sat to my left. Her curly dark hair all frizzy and dried out unlike usual. Eyes lacked of makeup and were hiding light bruises by a pair of glasses I'd never seen before. Her head was buried in her cell phone, avoiding the rest of the world with her huge bandage over her nose. It was quite noticeable what had happened. I all of a sudden felt bad, for hitting her. It shouldn't have happened like that. I just got so angry and lashed out. Though the awful words were said by her, it still shouldn't have ended like that. I leaned over a bit, and called her name lowly, "Summer?"


She pulled her hair to one side, and sat up walking away as if she hadn't seen me. So much for making things right with everybody, right?


"ugggggh." I groaned and rubbed my eyes.


"Ellie!" Louis shouted, from the other side of the hall.


"What?" I stood up, making sure my braid was still covering my neck.


"Come here!" He motioned his hand over to me, so I sighed and met him in the hall. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and lead me around the corner where it was only us two.


"What are you doing?" I whisper yelled.


"What's going on with you and Chelle?!" He shouted.


How did he know? "How do you know?"


"Things spread fast Ellie." He snapped.


"Well why are you yelling at me?!" I raised my voice just as loud as his.


"I told you to start being more careful."


"Okay first of all, I was being careful, stupid! And second of all. You supposedly never hear about rumors any other time, why now that it has to deal with Chelle you care!" I screamed louder. Thank god everyone was out on the quad and lunch room, because this was surely going to make a scene.


"Because I'm trying to protect you, idiot!" He shouted back. We weren't technically fighting, just in a heated argument. Otherwise, if he called me an idiot on another occasion I would probably slap the death out of him. But he had a reason to. I am an idiot. He was right. Because he was stupid.


"I'm fine obviously! Am I hurt? No I'm not louis."


"Well everyone else is getting hurt."


"I can obviously see that."


"Oh my god just stop yelling okay?" He lowered his tone.


"Let go of me." I moved his hands off me.


"Let's just talk, about this." He mumbled, sighing.


"About what?"


"Tell me what happened." I took a deep breath. "I was in the bathroom trying to hide this mark on my neck when Chelle and her stupid slut friends walked in and I hid in the bathroom stall that coincidentally had a broken lock and when Chelle was saying stuff about my dad I accidentally slipped and the door went slamming into her face." I panted, out of breath at my non-puncuated run on sentence.


"What was she saying about your dad?" He asked, confused.


"Well let's just say.. um 'Michelle' might be my stepsister soon." I looked at my feet nervously.


"What?!" Louis screamed.


"I know louis." I snapped.


"What did she say after you hit her?"


"That she's going to literally kill me. And when I walked away she said, 'and have fun with louis. He's really good by the way.' She's a bitch." I still struggled with the want to ypunch a hole in the wall, as louis said,


"Wait wait wait. She said that?" He flushed.




"And what did you say?" He blinked a few times.


"I said 'I will have fun with Louis. We'll see about that.'" After I answered, I realized what I actually just said. Good lord, my cheeks splashed with pink tremendously. He didn't say anything after that.


"I said that out loud didn't I?" I whined.


"Yeah." Louis chuckled.


"God I'm so embarrassing. I shouldn't have said that." I stammered.


"You shouldn't have?" He curved his eyebrows. "I don't know, should I have?" I questioned back.


"ummmm..." he trailed off.


"no, no. I mean I should have said it because it's true. I will have fun with you and not only in that way. But I'm sure you're good bec-" I went on, rambling. One of my many qualities.


"Ellie, you don't have to go on." Louis laughed.


"I'm so stupid," I mumbled.


"No, you aren't. You're perfect." He smiled.

Well that was a way to way to switch the subject right? We should have just continued to talk about my murder threat. That was better. This, this was awkward. Seriously I shouldn't have opened my big stupid mouth. "Louis I-" I began but got cut off by the bell ringing. Literally saved by the bell. "C'mon. Let's go." He smiled and grabbed my hand. While we walked down the hall to drama hand in hand, he kissed me on the lips lightly not caring if anyone seen. As he always did, he made me forget we were just in an argument five minutes ago. And though I was still emberassed at what I said, I realized I hadn't regretted it at all.


"Shakespeare, everybody! We have been practicing scenes from act one, these past three weeks. And I have made a decision. Drum roll?" Gilmore danced around the classroom, talking high pitched as if she were live in theater. No one drum rolled. It was unnecessary. And annoying. I put my head down on the desk, and Louis laughed at my irritation.


"Aw, no drum rolls? Well I've decided the roles of our play already, so be happy!" She chanted more excited now.


"No one officially auditioned yet." Jessica said, tapping her manicured fingernails on the desk.


"Ah, but you are all so great I decided myself. Let's get started?" Gilmore pointed to Jessica and explained she'd be the nurse. Jess grumbled about not wanting to take her nose stud out for the role. After a long naming off who would be Capulets, and Montagues, and lesser important actors, it got to the final big leads that had been left alone. And coincidentally Louis and I hadn't been called out yet. There were only a small handfull of us left to be placed as, so there was a tiny chance I wouldn't be the lead. Hopefully. That would be horrible. My mother would kill me. Chelle would now even more brutally murder me if Louis was my Romeo. And it would as I said before, cause too much unwanted attention.


"So here it goes.. Romeo and Juliet will be played by Louis and Ellie." Miss Gilmore clapped and cheered for us.




"El we got the roles!" I wasn't sure if he sounded upset like me, or happy unlike me, but Louis tapped on my hand, and I remained my head down on the desk.


"I heard." I shot.


"Wait. Everybody is going to see us." He whispered.


"fuuuuuuck." Mumbling quietly I cursed. I couldn't do this.

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